Nothing sets up your day to return to work like a bloody great cold, about 3 hours sleep, trains being crap so you can't get on one for 40 minutes, and then hitting a ticket check and realising your train pass is lost. I'm actually feeling a bit less braindead than when the cold started yesterday, but not really feeling up to dealing with lost passes and penalty fare notices. At least work is quiet (the last 2 days have been insanely busy, which is quite funny from my point of view, though Becci seems a bit frazzled).
Dublin was lovely - I dragged Dan round the history bit of the National Museum, and the Book of Kells at Trinity, but other than that we didn't really do much touristing. Had a lovely seafood meal in a tiny restaurant on Temple Bar called the Palm Tree on the Saturday night. Quite a lot of time was spent in pubs watching rugby, and generally relaxing - we got rather fond of the
Old Stand. Also it was very nice to finally meet up with Su's DH, even if we did have to go all the way to Dublin to manage this :)
Flying for the first time in a decade was less unpleasant than I suspected, but I find airports strange and annoying places, and with all the waiting around required even if the flights leave on time (which didn't happen either way), I can't imagine flying somewhere I could get a train to instead.